9/8/09

The Perpetrator looked around at the now bustling Red Light District. The need to have a good kill after the disappointment from the night before was growing, but he had things to do first.

He wondered if tonight would be right. Would he still have the urge later?

Let's see how the evening played out. He looked up at the sky. It looked like rain.

9/8/09

After Cooper left, Rachel went about getting ready for the evening. She got dressed and did some streetwalking, waving to everyone she knew in the street. She landed a couple of quick customers: one hour-long romp in her hovel and another blow job in an alley for two guys from a nearby ranch who were on their dinner break. After a while, she looked down at her watch and realized that time had slipped faster than she thought.

She rushed back to her hovel, showered and searched quickly through her closet for an appropriate garments. Once she was finished getting dressed, she looked in the mirror at herself. She wore a very conservative, blue button up shirt dress with medium heels. Her hair was done up in a bun and she wore white gloves. Very appropriate.

She hurried out her door, down the alley between her hovel and the one next door, through the back alley between streets and then down a side alley to one of the flats. She knocked on the door and Jana answered, wearing very much the same "costume."

"Thank God you're here! I was almost thinking you were going to be late!" Jana exclaimed as she let her in. "Plus, I feel better with someone here after what happened last night."

"Time just slipped by me," Rachel answered. "Almost had to rush a couple of cowboys through some on-my-knees alley work."

"Eew!" Jana commented. "Makes me glad I moved out up from Midtown. It's been a long while since I did any alley work."

Rachel looked around wide eyed.

"You have the nicest flat I've ever seen," Rachel commented.

"It's the only flat you've ever seen," Jana said with a smile. "If you wanted to see nice, you should ask Lily Kincaid to see hers. I heard that she had a bathtub in there that could easily do a foursome."

"Really?" Rachel asked, her jaw dropping.

Jana nodded.

"At least that's what I've heard."

"Well, let's get ready."

Jana and Rachel worked together to get the room ready. They placed the books on the edge of the bed and placed pillows on the floor. They made sure there was wine, water and bread on the table.

Just as they finished, there was a knock on the door. Jana went and answered it. In the doorway stood a man wearing a long coat with the collar pulled up, a hat, sunglasses and a bag slung over his shoulder. A simple, but effective disguise. He stepped in and she closed the door behind him. He dropped his bag on the floor, then took off the rest of his disguise. He looked at both the women.

"Very nice, my children," said the Reverend Marley. "Let's pray, shall we?"

9/8/09

Reverend Marley kneeled next to the bed between Jana and Rachel. They prayed there in silence for a few minutes, the Reverend's lips moving as they did. After a few moments, he opened them and looked back and forth between the two girls.

"Whose turn is it to read?" he asked.

"I believe it is mine," Jana said as she opened the Book to the specified page. "This is the Book of Ezekiel, Chapter 23."

Lucas Marley turned to Rachel, helped her up and removed her gloves for her.

"Thus the word of the LORD came to me: Son of man, there were two women, daughters of the same mother, who even as young girls played the harlot in Egypt."

He unclasped her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders.

"There the Egyptians caressed their bosoms and fondled their virginal breasts."

He unbuttoned her dress and pushed it off her shoulders, revealing a red satin bra and panty set.

"Harlot," the Reverend said to her as she slowly removed the last two pieces of clothing and pressed her self aganst him. "Whore."

"Oholah was the name of the elder, and the name of her sister was Oholibah."

She started undoing his shirt, kissing his chest as she went. He didn't resist.

"They became mine and bore sons and daughters."

"Jezebel," he spat at her, but she only smiled as she removed his shirt and started to unbuckle his pants.

"Oholah became a harlot faithless to me; she lusted after her lovers, the Assyrians, warriors dressed in purple, governors and officers, all of them attractive young men, knights mounted on horses."

Rachel slid his pants and boxers free, then kneeled before him.

"Thus she gave herself as a harlot to them, to all the elite of the Assyrians, and she defiled herself with all those for whom she lusted (with all their idols). "

She took him into her hand and tasted him.

"She did not give up the harlotry which she had begun in Egypt, when they had lain with her as a young girl, fondling her virginal breasts and pouring out their impurities on her."

Reverend Marley closed his eyes and moaned before pulling her to her feet and onto the bed.

"Therefore I handed her over to her lovers, the Assyrians for whom she had lusted."

There he began to defile her, just as the passage read. Working inside her as she spurred him on.

"May God have mercy on my soul," Reverend Marley whispered as he gave himself to her with unbridled abandon.

"They exposed her nakedness, her sons and daughters they took away, and herself they slew with the sword."

"And may you some day turn from this life," he groaned as his enjoyment heightened.

"Thus she became a byword for women, for they punished her grievously."

"Never," Rachel sighed as she pleasured the Reverend.

"Then may God rest your soul."

10/17/09

Actual reading from the Bible stopped after an hour or so and the three of them (Jana, Rachel and Reverend Lucas Marley) were entwined in Jana's bed after that, often for a couple of hours.

The Reverend was actually quite attentive to both of their needs, making sure that each of them were pleasured equally. In the time they had done this, which was more than a year now, they easily fell into a rhythm that kept all three in a near constant state of arousal.

But after a while, they could tell when his conscience was starting to weigh on him. He would start to slow down and his body would stop responding, becoming very tense. He had reached that point now.

Embarrassed and guilty beyond measure, he sat up and slid out of bed.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly as he started to put his clothes on. "I want to stop these meetings, but I am weak."

They had all heard the sound of rain outside and he started to prepare for the rain by grabbing a hooded jacket out of his bag.

"You girls should think about getting out of this life," he pleaded with them. "I would help you, you know that. I would do whatever it took to make sure you didn't come back to this life."

He painfully picked up his Bible and looked at it like someone being scolded.

"I have failed my calling and my God... again," he whispered. "And furthered all three of us towards the gates of Hell."

He slid the book into his bag as well.

"I'm sorry."

Rachel got up out of bed and walked over to him. She was completely naked and she kissed him tenderly. He felt his body wanting her. Wanting to give in to the weakness of the flesh.

"Don't you worry none, Reverend," she said soothingly. "We ain't leaving this life. We chose it for better or worse. You should feel comfort that we enjoy hearing the Word and laying with you.

"It makes us... or at least me... feel closer to God."

He pulled sharply away, a tear in his eye.

"I'm sorry," he said to her. "I'm afraid you might be a lost cause. May God have mercy on your soul when the time comes. May He have mercy on all of us."

The Reverend gathered up the rest of his stuff in silence and slung his bag over his shoulder. He turned and went to the door, pausing at the entrance. Reluctantly, he dropped the payment for their services on the table near the door.

"My heart is heavy that I have contributed to the fall of your soul," he said to her, not turning towards them in shame. "Just know that if you repent, all will be forgiven. God is merciful in that way."

With that, he left. Leaving the two whores alone. Rachel turned to Jana.

"He shouldn't feel so guilty," she said. "We don't."

"I know," Jana agreed.

They both got dressed and independently planned their next task for the evening.

10/17/09

And thus endeth the Prayer Meeting.